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Nov 2016
just sitting here shakin my head
at these generation ahead
**** they goin fed
all about they bread
they'll sell they sold riches
just for *******
temporary fame
but let me show ya game
lil youngin'
i been layin rhymes
since Duncan was in his prime
never took bank shots
always hit nothing but net
make sweat with no heat
hypothermia im swarmin ya
like bees get all the honies
while yall playin for money
im playin for keeps
cadillac and old school jeeps
peep my artillery my game is
sick sadistic
if you aint down with it
i suggest ya get with it
if not then listen to my shot gun
blast through ya soul
as i take back control
young revolutionaries standin guard
waiting for the plot
takin over defense spots
killin' all they evil knots
broke the chain now im free
regain my conscious
tired of the nonsense
yall gone make me turn a killer
back when i was doin dirt in the army


now that ya got a lil taste of the game
would ya do stuff ya not
use to mayne??
hell naww not me
i rather die a soldier than a *****
so dont push me
unless
ya ready to one on one
with my gat strapped
under my chest
and back pockets
i shoot flames like a rocket
headed for space lets make space
for my enemies near me
look at hillary
the next president
watch how high cost livin residents
gotta move out their houses
and the spouses
fighting over silly ****
they laughin even in the pulpits
churches of satan some say im blatant
i talk loud with out usin sounds
puff a cloud mushroom kaboom
all ya seen was gore in the room
am i sick or is it a dream?
turned reality in actuality
my locality be
anywhere that ya cant pinpoint on the map
slap
all these newjacks back
cuz they wack
**** the new slavery im all about bravery
got cheated out a c i b
doing ***** dirt from the army
but yall cant harm me
im back on top of thangs
**** swags and this dl ****
i hate to brag
so i tell it how it is
look at alll these ******* desperate kids
ill gather up a nation
with blood lines from haitian
to Jamaican no fakin' G
its time for the stand of the last revolutionaries
i aint scared to be buried
in the cemetery
wither cremated or layin in a casket
dont worry me because i know when i die
ill restore my spirit with sunshine eternity
ya know im sayin''''
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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